Young Writers Society

definition - human
a solid,
a living machine,
a cluster of gears.
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There is something intriguing
about the idea that we are one in a million.
There is only one “us” and many “thems”.
Notice that there is one absolute with our machinery:
We know not our true function and purpose,
except our limbs.
to touch,
to caress,
to injure.

definition - eyes
a visionary,
a window,
a messenger.
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We all feel the eyes surrounding us move.
Seeking to grab our own like
anacondas and their prey.
Judgements are held captive there,
like killers in straight jackets.
They wait to be released to go on a murderous fury.

definition - skin
a colorful shield,
an artistic tissue,
a thin breakable layer.
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Our skin is beautiful,
yet often our peers prove otherwise.
My own is flawed and hardened,
forged to protect.
Fellow bodies shoot arrows from their skin,
piercing holes into our pride.
All that is left
are wounds and gashes,
holes that grow.

definition - blood
a binding fluid,
a forest fire,
a violent promise.
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Blood runs warm like cooling lava.
The oil that coils through our veins,
can be set aflame with ease.
The nuclear weapons,
ambush bodies.
The aftermath;
a pool of crimson wine,
drunk by our peers,
leaving us hollow and hurt.
Forsaken in ourselves.

definition - mind
an element,
a trove of memory,
an urge.
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When our similarities ride forth on horses,
we ignore them.
Their thundering hooves stampede elsewhere.
When our differences spiral downward,
our guns are shoot recklessly,
damaging everything around us.
Fear is gunpowder.
Pain is the goal,
the result,
and the false treaty.
The trauma haunts our innermost home.
All we can do is start a war of retribution.

definition - heart
a feeling entity,
a easy manipulation,
a cavern that collapses.
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There is enough love to make us happy,
and more to make us hate.
Through clouded threats,
we get poked by hot iron swords.
Through imagined enemies,
our vulnerable organ turns to tar.
Do we choose to cleanse?
Do we let it rot?

definition - soul
an essence,
an embodiment,
a moral immoral mortal.
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What are souls crafted from?
The pure white marble from
our childlike innocence.
Or an inevitable animal corpse,
whose grotesque instinct
encourages retaliation,
paranoia,
discord?

definition - human
a monster,
an angel,
a mass of contradiction.
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We heal with one hand,
and sin with the other.
We are beasts with the means of destruction,
and we are warriors of light.
We fight wrath with wrath,
forgetting the absolutes.
We are all flesh,
blood,
and cells.
Equally capable of seeing others as we are;
a creature searching for meaning,
longing for survival.
Yet we ignore that,
sentencing our world to a fate
of dark stormy mists we call suffering,
and a raining acid called war.